Date: Thu, 29 Jan 2004 00:31:32 -0500
From: unkle_c@yahoo.com
Subject: Teen Bully pt.22

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read materials of this kind where you live, then please stop now. This
story contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys. and
is for adult eyes only!
The acts are consensual and are a result of their love or lust for one
another.
This story is completely fiction, all descriptions, and names are also
made up, any similarities are truly just that, purely similarities.

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"Teen Bully" pt. 22

Just when I begin to believe things are getting a little better in my
life, Another young bully enters it!

The warm musky odor of Dover's socks, pressed tightly against my face,
was having the exact opposite effect on me, than what I was expecting.

I mean, I was expecting to be totally turned off, maybe even to the point
of barfing, yet the odor wasn't anywhere's near as bad as I was
anticipating.

I mean, it's kind of hard to explain, I guess I was expecting this real
fowl dirty feet odor, yet his feet weren't dirty apparently, cause as I
knelt there in front of Dover, and licked the sole of his socks, I was
only getting a very slight odor of perspiration from the socks, and
what's weird is, I was even starting to be turned on a little.
Strange... huh?

I mean his socks were a little damp from sweat and all, but it wasn't a
dirty smelly type of perspiration. Anyways, I don't know how to explain
it, all I know is, I was actually getting off on this tough soccer
player's feet. There I said it, now you can call me weird if you want!!

I looked up once again, while licking his socks all over, and he was
still grinning down at me, yet it wasn't a mean evil type of grin, that
I had grown to associate with bullies. I thought to myself, if this kid
is so mean and violent, and has the rep of being a really, really bad
dude, then why wasn't I getting those vibes?

Dover decided after I finished the first sock, that was enough. I hadn't
even started the second sock, before he spoke. "K dickbreath, you can
stop now, get up here and take a deep wiff of my pits, tell me what you
think."

As I stood up, and began moving towards the side of the recliner, Dover
pulled off his soccer shirt.

I became immediately impressed with his body from his waist up. His
narrow waist sunk down into his nylon soccer shorts, followed by a very
thin patch of lite golden hair, beginning at his navel, and sneaking its
way down into the waist band. As my eyes glanced upwards, skimming over
his tight six pack, they came to rest on his well tapered, V shaped
chest, and the well cut pecs, with small nipples that stuck out just a
wee bit. His arms with guns that were as round as baseballs, caught my
eye, as I tried to imagine what they must look like, when flexed.

His body reminded me so much of Danny's, but Danny still had him, I
think!

There wasn't a single blemish on his well tanned smooth skin, and his
square jaw and chestnut wavy hair, blended perfectly with his tanned
gorgeous face, and dark as cole eyes.

Looking deeply into his eyes the first couple of times, scared me, as I
mentioned before, they're different, like they're trying to tell me
something. I don't know, Maybe I just wasn't used to looking into eyes
that are so dark. I couldn't help but wonder if having eyes this dark,
meant he was evil.

I leaned into his left arm, as he raised it, and I pressed my nose into
the very cavity of his pit, and inhaled the very faint odor of jock
sweat! I then pulled my face away and looked him in the eyes once again.
"There's a faint odor, but it isn't too bad!"

He grinned softly while staring deeply into my eyes, as though he was
once again trying to penetrate my sole. His voice was soft, but
demanding. "Then what are you waiting for... clean em!"

I struggled to tare my eyes away from his! what was it? What were they
trying to tell me?

I pressed my face into his left pit, and stuck out my tongue. His pits
were nearly hairless, just a small, damp, lite brown, patch of very fine
hair.

As I continued licking at his arm pits, There was something about him
that made me tremble. I began getting those knots in my stomach, that I
often get, when I'm uncertain and nervous about the outcome of something
very important. My body was beginning to shake, and I tried desperately
to ease the trembling so that he wouldn't notice. But, it was out of my
control.

I finished his left pit, and moved over to his right. I began lapping at
the damp hairs, and the faint odor. As I once again inhaled his masculine
aroma, a strange feeling came over me, it was as though licking his pits,
and worshiping his body, was something I should be doing, without being
told!

It just felt kind of a natural thing for me to be doing.

What the hell was going on with my mind? I wondered.

When I felt that I had finished cleansing his pits with my tongue, I
pulled my head away, and went back to the front of him, waiting for my
next instructions.

Again he attempted to out stare me, and again he won, as I bowed my head,
and shifted my eyes to my feet. It was his voice that brought my eyes
back up to his. "Hey fag.... you're still standing, aren't you supposed
to be kneeling....... at my feet?"

I nodded my head, and knelt down at his feet.

I couldn't stop asking my self, what it was about him, that was so
different from Danny, Dillan, and Sean. I remember Josh telling me, that
he wasn't like them, he was right, I could sense it my self. BUT! The
thing is, I couldn't figure out, what it was about him, that made him
different! Several things slowly came to mind, he didn't laugh at me
when I obeyed his orders, and performed the degrading tasks he gave me,
as the other bullies had a habit of doing. So that part of course was
different! Another thing that came to mind, was that he didn't yell at
me, in fact he never raised his voice!

He spoke again, his voice still calm and yet that authoritative tone
still remained. "Remove my socks for me, then I'm gonna stand up, and I
want you to remove my soccer shorts and fold them neatly! Then we're
going up to your room, you can carry my things."

I began getting scared all over again, praying that Danny would call, or
Josh would show up.

I pulled his socks off, and was surprised at how small his feet were,
they had to be maybe size eight or nine, but no more than that. Yet they
appeared sexy to me, and considering I've never thought of feet as being
sexy, I couldn't help but think of this as a strange feeling for me to
be having.

After removing his socks, I looked up, and untied the string to his
soccer shorts, and placing my finger into the waistband I pulled them to
the floor, and he stepped out of them.

He was wearing a black jock strap, and his butt was as round as a
basketball, sticking out from the curve of his back, I thought of Amanda,
and wondered if this is what she would refer to as a perfect bubble but.

I got a much better look at his thighs now, and having a fetish for
strong, thick muscled thighs....well.... let me just say.... his rated a
ten plus.

I held off for as long as I could before taking a good look at the size
of the bulge in his jock-strap, and was equally impressed. However, I
knew before even seeing it in the flesh, it wasn't as big as Danny's or
Dillan's, maybe as thick but not as long.

I gathered his clothes and folded his shirt and shorts neatly, and I
headed towards the stair case.

Once inside my bedroom, Dover took his time checking everything out,
almost like he was taking inventory. But, even as frightened as I was,
while he was taking inventory of my room, I was taking inventory of his
perfectly shaped body.

There was little conversation between us so far. Which allowed my mind to
think of ways to defend myself, if it came to that. As you know by now,
I'm far from a violent dude, yet the first thing that came to mind, was
that my baseball bat was under my bed!

He sat down on the foot of my bed, and without saying anything, he
pointed to the floor in front of him. I took that as my cue to kneel. He
then immediately began the eye game again, staring deeply into my eyes,
making me want to scream out `WHAT THE FUCK DUDE?' But of course I
didn't!

Once I was in position, he reached out and grabbed the back of my head,
forcing my face into his jock-strap. "K....fag, take a huge wiff, inhale
deeply, and tell me what you think"

I was now totally convinced this kid had a fetish for body odor, or lack
of it!

I took a deep breath, inhaling his awesome masculine odor, and literally
wanted to bury my face in that jock strap for ever. I couldn't believe
how turned on I was to this dudes body odors, the odors from every part
of his body, were not fowl or dirty, far from it, yet they had such the
perfect masculine scent, that made you want to just lay down next to him
and cuddle close to his body forever inhaling his male scent.

I glanced up into his eyes. "Dude, I don't know how to tell you this,
but your crotch smells fucking awesome, that's all I can say!"

He didn't even give me that famous smirk that usually comes from a
bully, when you say something so totally disgusting as I just did.. I so
did not know how to take him.

He ordered me to remove his jockstrap, as he stood over me, again staring
deep into my eyes.

Once I removed it, I gazed at his flaccid cock. I was right, it was
smaller in length than Danny's , Dillan's and Sean's, but it was just
as thick. While staring at it, I of course couldn't help but wonder, how
big it became, once inflated. Yep, I thought to myself, I've come a long
way these past few weeks. I now look at a dudes cock and wonder how big
it is when hard.

Dover's soft and calm voice brought me back to earth. "So, don't hold
back. Tell me! How is it in comparison? I mean,......with all the dudes
you been giving blow jobs to.........do you like it?"

I looked up into those penetrating eyes of his, and nodded yes., thinking
it odd, that he would even care whether I liked it.... or not!

"Then what are you waiting for?..... kiss it!"

I placed it in the palm of my hand and brought it to my lips, I then
kissed it several times right on the head.

This brought a very soft, barely audible, moan from Dover.
"ooooh...........that feels so awesome dude....keep kissing it.......just
the way you are!"

After planting a dozen or so kisses on his flaccid cock, it began slowly
inflating, obviously he was enjoying this, so far.

Dover then did something that totally surprised me, he gently lifted my
head, with his hand under my chin, and again staring deeply into my eyes,
he asked me a question that caught me so totally off guard. "So Jay, who
did this to your face, you look like you've gone a couple of rounds with
me in the ring....... you know I'm an amateur boxer.... right? So, tell
me who did this.... Was it that punk Danny? Did he do this to you?"

I was stunned, his voice was so soft, and his touch so gentle, as he
asked me this question...... almost as though he really cared! I was
starting to believe there was some good in this dude, and wondered why he
kept it so hidden. I also wondered why he was being so nice to me,
considering his plans to use me. I began thinking that maybe he was
softening me up for the kill. I lowered my eyes. "It's a long story
Dover, but no, it wasn't Danny, it was a couple of dudes from out of
town, from the juvenile center...I think! .......Maybe you know
them.......eh?"

Dover then raised his voice, but still..... it wasn't really all that
loud.

"What do you mean? Why would I know anyone from the Juvenile center?"

Obviously I thought his question was a little strange. "It's no big deal
Dover...I mean... that you spent time there, it's what you do with your
life from here on that matters! Anyways, I heard from a friend what you
did at the teen boxing club, and the wicked beating you gave Brian
Sinclair cause he's gay."

A totally confused look appeared on Dover's face, he just stared at me
for a couple of moments before speaking. "Jay? I'm being totally honest
with you, I don't have a fucking clue as to what you're talking about,
I don't even know any Brian Sinclair, and what did I do at the boxing
club that was so bad?"

I didn't know why Dover was denying his knowledge of Brian, or the fact
that he spent time at the boys training school, maybe he was just ashamed
of it.

Afraid to go any further with this, I made an attempt to drop it.
"Seriously dude! It's no biggy, you're out now....and if your stay
there helped in some way, that's all that matters...right?"

"Jay? I seriously don't want to hurt you in any way...but unless you
tell me what I supposedly did at the boxing club that was so bad.....
that they supposedly sent me to juvie......you're gonna feel the power
of my fists, and trust me dude, you really don't want to go there!"

Well at least he's being honest about one thing...NO WAY....did I want
to feel the power behind his fists. "K... I heard this kid Brian worked
at the club...and like I said, I heard you dragged him into the ring
cause he's gay, and you worked him over wicked bad, enough so he spent
some time in the hospital..... and before you left the club that
night.....well....I heard you emptied the cash register....you didn't
think Brian was brave enough to rat on ya......but he did...and you got
sent to juvie...that's what I heard...and I don't care what you
did......just as long as you don't do the same to me...Please dude,
I've been through enough shit these past couple of weeks, I don't need
to top it off by being beat-up by some teenage boxing champ!"

I must have said something amusing, cause Dover began laughing a little,
while shaking his head. "Dude? Somebody is really playing you for a fool,
first off, nobody by the name of Brian Sinclair, has EVER worked at the
boxing club, secondly, I've never spent any time at the juvenile home
for boys, thirdly, why would I steel something that's mine to begin
with....eh?"

Looking at Dover with squinted eyes, I just had to ask. "What do ya
mean...your money to begin with?"

"Jay?.......my dad owns the boxing club, he opened it for me, on my
twelfth birthday, cause I wanted to learn all about boxing and
stuff...and the money it takes in?....It's all mine....I mean some goes
to my college fund...some goes into my savings....and some goes towards
my spending, but the point is....it's all mine, and there has only been
one dude that has ever worked the club....it's my uncle!
....Sooooo?....Is that why you've been shaking like a leaf, since I
arrived? You're afraid of me, afraid that I'm going to beat you up, and
send you to the hospital? Trust me dude, I've heard all the shit you've
been through....I would never hurt you...I swear!...but that's why you
been shaking so much...isn't it?"

I was totally speechless, as I looked Dover in the eyes, and slowly
nodded my head! I tried to speak, but couldn't find the right words to
apologize, then I went from nodding my head slowly....to shaking my head
slowly. "Then why were you so mean at school...and down stairs...why did
you say the things you said? If you didn't have any intention of hurting
me.... why did you bully me like that?"

It was Dover's turn to squint his eyes and look totally confused.
"Because...and trust me dude! If you ever tell anyone this....I really
WILL beat you up!...I don't even know why I'm telling you....but the
thing is....well..... I've never had sex with anyone before, and all
I've been hearing at school lately, is how fucking awesome Jay Turner's
blow jobs are....but in order for anyone to get you to blow them, you
need to be roughened up...and bullied..... even heard you like to be
beaten up bad, before you will blow anyone!......That's why!..... Trust
me Jay......I didn't really wanna hurt you dude.....but your friend Josh
told me, the only way you'd ever give me a blow job....is if....I bully
you......and beat you up really bad and shit!....BUT, the thing is..... I
wasn't gonna beat on you....see, I thought once you saw my hot bod, all
my muscles and my dick and all, ...well...I thought you'd jump at
blowing me......that way, I wouldn't have to make you....ya know?"

After hearing everything Dover had been saying since we entered my room,
nothing hit me harder than to hear that my best friend Josh wanted to see
me hurt real bad!

He knows that Dover is a champion teenage boxer, and he set it up so that
not only would I be petrified of Dover, but that Dover believed the only
way he'd be getting a blow job from me.....is if he beat me to a bloody
pulp!

I truly did believe now, that I had lost my best friend forever, I could
never forgive Josh for this, not ever!

I looked back up at Dover, and told him the whole story, about why my
face was all beat up, and that it was Josh that told me all that shit
about him, even told him what happened that day at swim practice with
Danny, and everything that has happened since, and that in the long run,
Danny was right! I'm as gay as a three dollar bill, just never knew
it....at least not till that day at swim practice! I told him that my
feelings for Danny had changed , and how much I have grown to care about
Danny, and all his protection these last few days. I opened up to Dover,
like he was my long lost best friend.

I even told him, that though I hated being punched around, I didn't mind
being dominated to an extent, as long as there was NO verbal abuse, and
NO beating me up!

I then took Dover's dick in my mouth, and as I took hold of his hands
and placed them on the back of my head, I began bobbing up and down.

Dover was getting his very first blow-job, and he was getting into it,
like any straight teen jock would. "Ooooooh yeah dude! SUCK ME!"

It didn't really take Dover long to gain control of the situation, with
his hands on the back of my head where I placed them, he curled them into
tight fists, woven with strands of my hair, and began pumping my head up
and down on his thick cock, as though he was pumping air into his bicycle
tire, with one of those old fashioned air pumps, only with much more
force!

It only took him several minutes before, he released the grip on my head,
and started warning me. "Jay? I'm getting close dude.....come on
Jay...get off it... seriously!.... I'm gonna shoot any second now!"

Less than a few seconds later, he literally flooded my mouth and throat
with his sweet tasting sperm. I kept my mouth securely attached to his
thick meat, and continued to suck on it ........ long after the last
trickle of his cum, was sucked from his tight balls.

Finally he pushed me away from him, with more force than necessary. "Fuck
man! How can something feel so fucking wonderful..... and soooo fucking
dirty at the same time? You fucking swallowed my jizz! ........SERIOUSLY
DUDE!......that's sooooo fucking sick! ....No fucking wonder these dudes
beat you up....that's wicked gross man!.....I MEAN REALLY GROSS! I'm
outta here dude! I was gonna spend the next couple of nights....but
you're disgusting!"

Within minutes, Dover was dressed and heading out the door, with the door
opened, he stopped, turned around and for the first time not looking me
in the eyes, he bowed his head. "Listen Jay, I'm sorry! I just wasn't
expecting that to happen, I'll see ya around...k? Do me a favor dude, if
you ever need my help for ANY reason, let me know...k? I owe you big
time! Another thing, what went on here tonight, is between you and
me....I don't want anyone ever hearing about it....k?"

I nodded my head. "K Dover...and thanks for the offer of help....you
never know when I might need it! See ya around!"

Dover was half way out the door, when he stopped, and turned to me once
again. "By the way....thanks!"

Yep!...you guessed it...I felt a couple of tears creeping from my lids.
That was the very first time, that somebody actually thanked me for
blowing them! I stood there staring at the closed door, crying like an
idiot. The kid I was so fucking afraid of just hours ago, had stolen my
heart, and took it with him, as he left me standing in the middle of our
foyer, crying like a baby......soooo wishing, that I hadn't been trained
to swallow! Thinking that maybe...just maybe.... IF.... I had pulled away
when he wanted me to, there might have been a slim chance....that he and
I .....could have been friends!

I stood there in the foyer for a while, staring at the closed door,
hoping he'd change his mind and walk back in, then I turned slowly,
headed back to my room and decided to shower!

Once inside the shower, I started thinking about Danny, this was the
first time since that day at swim practice, we had gone more than twenty
four hours not seeing each other. The fact is, I missed him.

While washing my balls and dick, and with them now covered with soapy
water, I began to jack. I did so with the vision of me on my knees in
front of Danny. After getting off, I finished my shower, and laid down on
my bed.

I fell to sleep almost immediately, and began dreaming. It was me and
Danny inside my bedroom, I was being ordered to worship him from his feet
up.

He was wearing his tight, black nylon speedo, standing over me, with his
legs spread slightly, grinning down at me. His more than ample basket,
practically touching my nose.

As I knelt there submissively, gazing at the well rounded protruding
outline of his nut-sac, I heard him speak, as though he was right there
with me. "Look at you, you fuckin faggot, it's been less than three
weeks, and here you are kneeling in front of me drooling like a fuckin
dog in heat, while staring at my bulge. You love this more than anything
in the world right now, dontcha?" he laughed as he placed the palm of his
hand under his balls, and cupped his package, raising it slightly, so
that it pressed against my nose, and lips.

I couldn't speak, actually, I couldn't do much of anything, but kneel
there inhaling the still lingering scent of chlorine from the pool.

Placing his hands on the back of my head, and curling his fists into
large locks of my curly hair, he spoke down at me, his words were mean,
cruel, degrading and demanding! "I knew it wouldn't take much to turn
you into a cocksucking, asslicking, ballsniffing, piss drinking, fucking
lowlife, queer faggot! So tell me you fuckin fag, after all the blow-jobs
you've been giving all over town these last few weeks, who has the
tastiest cock? Who has the best tasting cum, and who's piss has the best
flavor?"

I looked up at him, and whispered. "It's you Danny, you're the best at
everything, I've grown to love the taste of you cock, your cum, your
balls, your piss, and even your ass. I can't even go twenty four hours
without tasting your cock, you were right all along, I am a faggot, but
more than that, I am a slave to you and your awesome body."

While gazing up at Danny, I heard a giggle within the room, I turned and
there stood Amanda. Danny began laughing a hideous sadistic laugh. "What
I tell ya babe, he's the lowest, he even gives the gays a bad name. Too
bad you little queer, I don't need you tonight, I've got Amanda here to
fuck, but you can get me ready for her. Lower my speedo, using your
mouth, then take my cock inside you queer mouth and get it nice and moist
for her twat, if you're good, I'll even let you lay underneath me, and
you can lick my nuts while I'm fucking her. NOW GET BUSY FAGGOT!"

Amanda was laughing along with Danny, as she began doing a slow strip for
him, while gazing down at me, and shaking her head. "Wow Danny, I would
never have believed Jay is as perverted as you say, if I didn't hear and
see it for my self! He sure is disgusting, wanting to do all that gross
stuff to you."

Danny just laughed back. "See, I told ya babe, but that's why I need to
use him, cause a hot jock like me, needs that kind of service, and
respect, I mean, I certainly can't expect you to lower your self the way
he does for me....ya know?"

I had Danny's speedo half way down, but couldn't tug it over his
awesome bulge, this frustrated me, but not as much as it frustrated
Danny. With a hard backhand to the side of my face, Danny pulled his
speedo down him self, and stepped out of it. "Now get me wet...you fuckin
loser! Amanda is waiting patiently for me to fuck her brains out!"

I gazed over at my bed and Amanda was laying there with her legs spread
wide. "Please hurry Danny, I need your beautiful thick dick inside me, I
need to feel those muscles of yours, as you grind them into me, while
fucking me senseless, come on Danny.....please hurry!"

I was on my knees, doing my part, slurping on his cock, getting it nice
and wet for him.

Then he ordered me to lay down on my bed, on my back, with the back of my
head leaning up against Amanda's twat. He then placed two pillows under
Amanda's butt, raising her snatch up, and climbed on top of her. His
awesome balls were now dangling over my lips. As his muscular weight
pinned she and I down. "Open your mouth Faggot, and start licking while I
fuckin drill my cock deep inside her. You do a good job on my balls,
maybe I'll let you suck my cock clean afterwards, give you a little
taste of what it's like being a real man."

I began licking away at Danny's nuts, I hated to admit it, but at this
moment, I hated Amanda, I wanted that awesome cock inside my mouth,
pumping away, gagging me, even choking me, I didn't care if it made me
suffer while he built up his sperm, I'll lean to live with all that
discomfort, I just wanted his awesome cock so bad.

Danny fucked away at Amanda, she was screaming and moaning and crooning
up a storm, as he fucked her hard, at times I even thought one of his
mighty thrusts would push the three of us right threw the mattress.

Then all at once, Danny pulled out of Amanda, inched his way downward a
little, and began pumping my mouth, and filling it with his sweet cream,
while Amanda laid beneath him screaming obscenities at her boyfriend.
"DANNY, WHAT THE FUCK YOU DOING! Put it back in me right now, that's my
cum, I just worked really fucking hard for it, now give it to me."

I didn't care much for the taste of her cunt all over Danny's thick
cock, but his wicked sweet cum flooding the inside of my mouth, more than
made up for it!

I awoke from that dream or nightmare, or whatever, to the phone ringing.
It was Danny, how weird! "Hey Jay, I know I told you, you didn't have to
come over tonight, but the thing is, I'm tired of fucking this queer
loser, and I need something so way the fuck better, like your mouth dude.
So can you get over here?"

I mentioned to Danny that I had the house to myself, and maybe he needed
to just get away from all that for the night. Within five minutes he was
ringing my doorbell.